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My loss is my burden alone to bear In sacrosanct equanimity But sympathy does come calling In drips and drabs to attenuate my pain Great talk shows seen Some lend me their eyes to weep and wail But vanish fast like a ghost seen at noon Cos none knows as I do the depth of the pain That I bear The pain of sympathizers is on their flesh As water poured on rock Mine embedded in my bone And feeds on my marrow Family won't invite us, My pain and I together, To a breakfast meeting My peers won't Invite us to a business lunch Friends won't invite us to a dinner Cos the world stops not for anyone's Tragic loss and accompanying grief It is like an aircraft in flight That ought to land for its passengers to alight And one passenger I am Swathed in the turbulence of this jet Being baptised by unruly weather Sympathizers are like car owners On pleasure trips who could pull up At every turn to attend to their fancies My loss is my burden alone to bear Not yours whose feeling stands Aloof akimbo as I howl, 'My brother, oh my brother, Why leave me so early Heaping in my heart monumental pain? '
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Nov 2, 2010
Nov 2, 2010 at 6:40 AM UTC
My Burden (Addendum to Foul Blow)
My loss is my burden alone to bear In sacrosanct equanimity But sympathy does come calling In drips and drabs to attenuate my pain Great talk shows seen Some lend me their eyes to weep and wail But vanish fast like a ghost seen at noon Cos none knows as I do the depth of the pain That I bear The pain of sympathizers is on their flesh As water poured on rock Mine embedded in my bone And feeds on my marrow Family won't invite us, My pain and I together, To a breakfast meeting My peers won't Invite us to a business lunch Friends won't invite us to a dinner Cos the world stops not for anyone's Tragic loss and accompanying grief It is like an aircraft in flight That ought to land for its passengers to alight And one passenger I am Swathed in the turbulence of this jet Being baptised by unruly weather Sympathizers are like car owners On pleasure trips who could pull up At every turn to attend to their fancies My loss is my burden alone to bear Not yours whose feeling stands Aloof akimbo as I howl, 'My brother, oh my brother, Why leave me so early Heaping in my heart monumental pain? '
(C) Chris Jibero. 2010.
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Nov 2, 2010
Nov 2, 2010 at 6:40 AM UTC
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